Ver. 'Twere best he did. Wor. Then are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us; A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen: And on his father's; we did train him on ; Ver. Deliver what will, you Here comes your cousin. I'll say, 'tis so. Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers, behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd:- Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what news? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Wor. There is no secming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid! Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. life Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads England did never owe so sweet a hope, Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured :— Arm, arm, with speed: And, fellows, soldiers, friends, Better consider what you have to do, · Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. Still ending at the arrival of an hour. Enter another Messenger. Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; Only this Let each man do his best: and here draw I 8 The motto of the Percy family. For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy. [The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. SCENE III. Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting. Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Upon my head? Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas ; And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a king. Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; [They fight, and BLUNT is slain. Enter HOTSpur. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. Hot. Where? Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well: A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes Hot. Up, and away; Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate. - Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt; there's honour for you: Here's no vanity!—I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: heaven keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels.—I have led my raggamuffins where they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here! Enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend th sword. Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in |